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i am actually meant for this world we need more autistic freaks obsessed with death and i must do my part

what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing

You are never lost in the woods— you have walked in the dapple for too long to truly lose the way. Look to the moss-jowl oaks and you will find familiar faces grinning back, names you almost know. And the ivy slithers as it always has, as foreign-familiar in its formula as a phrase spoken into garble. You might forget, but the rumble of thunder knows the way as it climbs inside your lungs to shake once more. There is no place for certainty when wandering in the woods-- but step where other beasts have stepped, and you will walk assured.

the microbes. they are chanting to me from the dirt

Irrational is my middle name

Chaos is my friend

Death will be my savior

Life will be my end

I am not a real human. I am infact, a glitch in the code.

Silence is nice, but have you ever heard the highway sing?

I long to break my own hands

And eat thorns